Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the money in the can't bring me back again
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce home on Marcy
All those new niggaz stop
But a lot later than a gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, maybe not the last
Bleek's gonna be a rapper, new, improved Jay-Z

I quit, I'm
Ain't enough money in game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I honest
go with me on this ride though
I'm callin' the shots, the bar's
we goin' to for breakfast?
Roc a Fella
Okay, I'm

Bringin' the drama, tryin' to come up in the

Had a couple of signs to my name
Roc a y'all
One of the
for my day to come
Just give me the

Nah, this ain't Jigga, it's your lil' nigga
Reportin' to these motherfuckers live from the
Game I peeped those, my mind so
At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter

Peep the steez, I represent for all with twenty eight grams
On a come up, to creep the keys
Large niggaz told me the car, keep the keys
Find a hoodrat and creep to D's

First gun two bullets, niggaz I do pull it
Niggaz tryin' to kill me dog, who
Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's
Lit off the EJ, I split with my ring finger

You find a that don't be cream, bring her
seen with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, that's why I pack the Johnson and
For the who wants it?

I go to sleep with a of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm to come up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, why I hustle in these streets
From sundown to sunup on

Mama said, "Keep bullshittin', kill you dead"
One week of this brought a livin' room set
Went to Tom D's, mad, veins out
Copped the Jordans, two weeks before came out

Flashy, fly nigga
Nosy bitch the third floor like, "Why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the trees, took a pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's cancer and I'm serious

for my day to come
Just me the word